Madame Bovary is the sexiest book imaginable. The woman's virtually a nyphomaniac but you won't find a vulgar word in the entire thing.
Exercise is the most awful illusion. The secret is a lot of aspirin and marrons glaces.
I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.
The Stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand, To prove the Upper Classes, Have still the Upper Hand.
It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.